#atticus hathaway threads

[thedevilwrappedinsilk]

closed starter for @petalruined

"hey,   sissy",   he   purrs   at   his   sister-in-law   in   a   high-pitched   tone,   inching   closer   to   her   as   if   he   was   a   predator   waiting   to   catch   its   prey.   "i've   been   working   on   getting   into   this   new   role,   the   character   is   called   lennon   hillburn.   my   impression   is   already   quite   good   if   you   ask   me.   watch   this...",   theatrically   putting   his   hand   on   his   heart,   "...oh,   paxton.   fill   me   with   your   depressed,   boring   cock   during   five   minutes   of   missionary   while   i   think   about   knitting   your   next   sweater   and   declare   my   undying   love   for   you   the   twentieth   time   today.   please,   make   me   push   out   your   offspring   because   i   have   nothing   else   to   do."   the   ending   of   his   little   show   is   a   provocative   lick   of   his   middle   finger,   eyes   never   leaving   hers.

[thedevilwrappedinsilk]

before   more   or   less   falling   onto   the   bed,   he   quickly   pulls   his   shirt   over   his   head,   his   seemingly   made-of-steel   abs   as   well-defined   as   ever.   fitness   was   his   biggest   passion   (   aside   from   his   job   ),   the   thing   that   kept   him   sane.   usually.   right   now,   he   was...   well,   not   as   sane   as   he'd   like   to   be.   everything   around   him   starts   spinning,   and   with   a   groan,   he   runs   both   hands   through   his   hair,   blond   locks   falling   onto   his   face   as   he   tries   to   cuddle   up   next   to   her.   the   alcohol   has   already   made   him   dizzy   on   the   way   to   her   house,   the   house   she   once   shared   with   paxton...   and   it   didn't   get   any   better   so   far.   letting   out   another   groan,   he   slaps   her   ass,   not   even   remembering   the   incident   that   happened   earlier   this   evening.   "what,   do   i   not   get   to   eat   you   out   tonight?",   he   slurs,   tongue   heavy   from   drinking.   "i   know   you   like   that.   or   do   you   want   me   to   breed   you   like   pax   did,   just   without   the   actual   breeding   thing   ?   still   disgusting   to   think   that   the   thought   of   you   pushing   a   whole   creature   he...   designed   out   of   your   pussy   turned   him   on."

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬:   closed , @thedevilwrappedinsilk .

𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭:   that   ask   meme :((  

she'd   been   humiliated   when   he   dismissed   her   like   nothing   but   a   groupie.   as   if   she   didn't   share   his   bed,   share   his   affection,   his   love.   lennon   had   returned   home   alone,   kicking   off   her   ridiculous   heels   as   she   pressed   a   gentle   kiss   to   a   sleeping   nixie's   forehead,   in   a   gentle   goodnight.   the   kiss   with   paxton   was   surely   the   reason   for   his   outburst,   but   it   was   unrequited,   unwarranted.   surely,   atticus   had   to   have   known   that   ?   it's   around   three   in   the   morning   when   she   feels   familiar   arms   wrap   around   her   waist,   pulling   her   from   the   deep   slumber   that   had   been   catalyzed   by   the   tears   that   streamed   down   her   cheeks   hours   ago.   she   removes   his   hands   from   her   body,   not   bothering   to   say   a   word   as   she   scooted   closer   to   the   edge,   tugging   the   blanket   over   her   shoulder   to   cocoon   her   from   him.   she   wonders   then,   if   maybe   she   made   the   wrong   decision,   had   chosen   the   wrong   brother.   but   she's   sure   she   would've   been   burned   by   either   of   them,   anyway.   a   fleeting   thought   tells   her   she'd   be   better   off   alone,   the   idea   brings   another   tear   to   her   eye,   one   she   quickly   wipes   away   before   there's   evidence   of   it.

[thedevilwrappedinsilk]

closed starter for @ungodlvhour

"what   are   you   doing   here?"   his   voice   is   more   of   a   hum,   almost   as   if   he's   singing.   he   licks   his   lips,   hand   running   through   strands   of   ridiculously   perfect   blond   hair.   "it's   past   midnight.   can't   get   enough   of   me,   or   what   made   you   knock   on   my   door?"

[thedevilwrappedinsilk]

closed starter for @bittersage

"ohhhh   no,   doll.   no,   no.   don't   cry.   pretty   girls   don't   do   that",   he   tells   her   in   his   usual   tone   which   sounds   more   like   a   hum   or   a   purr.   despite   the   situation,   he   can't   help   but   grin,   provocatively   licking   his   teeth.   "we're   gonna   figure   this   out,   okay?"

[thedevilwrappedinsilk]

closed   starter   @neverkisseds   >>>   plot:   “   please   tell   me   i   meant   something.   “

“of   course”,   he   whispers,   voice   barely   audible.   “of   course   you   fucking   did.   you   meant   everything.   but-...   there   was   never   a   time,   never   a   place   for   us   to   be   together   anyway.”

[thedevilwrappedinsilk]

"concerning   humor,   you've   always   been   blind   and   deaf",   he   purred,   running   his   fingers   through   thick   strands   of   blond   hair   with   a   smug-looking   grin.   "but   for   once,   you're   indeed   right.   i   mean   it."   he   didn't   explain   it   any   further,   instead   just   shrugging   his   shoulders   as   if   they   were   talking   about   the   weather.

closed for @thedevilwrappedinsilk // based on this

" what is this? " she asked, invitation clutched in her hand as she stepped into their dressing room. " is it some kind of joke because i'm failing to see the punchline. "

[thedevilwrappedinsilk]

closed starter for @neveraftcr

"ugh."   he   lets   out   an   annoyed   sigh,   looking   at   his   watch   and   leaning   back   in   his   chair   as   if   he   was   waiting   at   a   bus   station.   "hate   weddings   as   much   as   i   do?   i   can't   wait   to   fuckin'   get   outta   here.   all   this   talk   about   happy   ever   after   is   gonna   make   me   vomit   rainbow-colored   divorce   papers."

[thedevilwrappedinsilk]

closed starter for @colcrado

"well,   uhm,   now   this   is   awkward",   he   mutters,   still   laughing   despite   the   fact   that   he   was   truly   and   utterly   fucked.   always   seeing   life   with   an   unwavering   optimism   while   not   giving   a   shit   about   anything   was   his   very   own   blessing.   (   only   that   he   did   give   a   shit,   at   least   about   her,   but   he'd   never   allow   himself   to   admit   that.   )   "i   didn't   plan   on   fucking   your   best   friend,   it   just--...   happened,   i   guess?"

[thedevilwrappedinsilk]

while   his   current   girlfriend   was,   no   doubt,   head   over   heels   for   him,   to   atticus   it   was   nothing   more   than   a   bit   of   fun   for   the   time   being.   she   was   a   good   fuck   and   they   laughed   a   lot,   and   right   now,   that   was   enough.   provocative   as   usual,   he   bites   his   bottom   lip,   gaze   dropping   to   her   mouth.   "no,   there's   no   need   to   leave.   i'm   not   tired.   fallon's   still   asleep   on   the   couch,   so   we   should   go   upstairs,   i   guess.   to   the   bedroom,   i   mean.   we   can   talk   there,   maybe   have   a   drink.   i   got   some   more   tequila   in   my   backpack."   shrugging   his   shoulders,   his   fingertips   brush   her   neck,   tracing   the   lines   of   it.   "why   are   you   really   here,   though?   because   you're   bored,   or   because   you   want   me   to   spank   you   on   the   bed   with   fallon   sleeping   downstairs?"   he   says   it   half   as   a   joke,   half   serious,   smug   grin   appearing   on   his   face.

thedevilwrappedinsilk​:

closed starter for @ungodlvhour

“what   are   you   doing   here?”   his   voice   is   more   of   a   hum,   almost   as   if   he’s   singing.   he   licks   his   lips,   hand   running   through   strands   of   ridiculously   perfect   blond   hair.   “it’s   past   midnight.   can’t   get   enough   of   me,   or   what   made   you   knock   on   my   door?”

she   shouldn't   be   there   ,   her   friends   boyfriends   always   being   off  -  limits   for   milana   .   but   it's   not   like   their   relationship   was   great   ,   the   girlfriend   getting   so   drunk   she   fell   asleep   on   the   couch  .   the   friend   group   had   rented   a   place   to   spend   the   weekend   ,   so   she   probably   had   a  bunch   of   other   people   there   to   talk   to   before   him   ,   even   so   it   was   at   his   door   that   she   decided   to   knock   .    “   i   couldn't   sleep   and   i   saw   that   your   light   was   still   on   ,   i   thought   i   could   keep   you   company   .   but   i   can   leave   if   you're   tired   ,   ”   she   shrugged   ,   even   though   she   had   no   intention   of   leaving   .